We made it home from Brayden and Clayton's basketball game minus one shoe. I was so sad, and hoped it fell out of the diaper bag in the car, or in the garage. It hadn't.
I figured it was gone forever.
Luckily, Rachel came tonight with the missing shoe! She found it in the church parking lot when she went back on Saturday morning for a choir practice. It is a small thing, but a tender mercy. I needed to feel like people were watching out for me today.